Chapter 121: Lackey

Before Feng Yan walked out of that gate, he looked at those people, glaring at himself fiercely.

And the next second, he left his back view, letting those hounds watch.

The hounds saw Feng Yan and the children off; then, because of the black sword on Feng Yan's back, they stepped forward one step and retreated two steps.

Nobody dared to move, until Feng Yan's back disappeared from their sight, then they finally let out a long breath.

That, Feng Yan, is really too terrifying!

Although he looks ordinary and unremarkable, a guy who blends into the crowd, he actually possesses such a great killer weapon!

The black long sword appeared, instantly making everyone feel a chill; the black sword like obsidian, just thinking of the moment the black sword was drawn, everyone was terrified.

Fortunately, the army noticed in time; the leading general reported the situation to the sword-wielding youth before him; the youth nodded, then immediately led the children away from here again.

This is exactly, at this time, tragic screams again came from the small house in the courtyard!

They all know that their master is again torturing the child.

This is his hobby, his only hobby.

Their master just likes to hear the children's miserable screams, watching the child's own blood soak all over his body, then wailing and begging for his own forgiveness.

This makes him feel pleased, and also makes him feel relaxed.

But this time, the hounds saw their master, his face full of unhappiness, even somewhat angry.

The hounds' master is still rather handsome, his face somewhat effeminate, those peach blossom eyes especially alluring, to the point that the hounds even imagine their master dressed in women's clothing.

They think that appearance must be an indelible shadow in the hearts of all girls.

The master came out; the hounds saw his clothes covered in bloodstains, then he waved his hand, signaling the servants to bring a towel to wipe his face.

Afterwards, the master's bodyguard came out, dragging a girl's leg out, leaving a long trail of blood; the girl's clothes had been stripped off, her eyes filled with terror, staring at the ground.

"You, clean this up." the master said calmly, issuing the command to his group of hounds.

Then he turned around and returned to the room.

All the hounds watched as the master of the courtyard returned to the house, then they themselves slowly went back to the inner rooms.

After everyone left, a figure appeared on the roof.

That was Jin Meng; he saw Feng Yan's back and roughly guessed what had just happened.

His benefactor had rescued a dying child, then fought the gatekeepers here, but was blocked by the king's soldiers and brought into the palace.

Thinking of this, Jin Meng breathed a sigh of relief, and his mind settled on the next step.

"It seems the lord is still being treated as an honored guest; then they are still welcome." Jin Meng said with a teasing tone, watching Feng Yan gradually drift away.

Feng Yan followed behind the soldiers, under their guidance, he would return to the palace main hall once again.

Probably I will be questioned for my crimes, but who among them can accuse me? Feng Yan thought, glancing at the soldiers beside him.

Feng Yan looked again at the child on his back; at this moment the child was at death's door, he slowly opened his eyes, feeling only that he was slowly moving.

He lowered his head, looking at Feng Yan who was carrying him while walking, then turned his head to see the soldiers surrounding Feng Yan, and softly spoke near Feng Yan's ear: "Sir, may I say a few words?"

Feng Yan turned his head to look at the surrounding soldiers, then solemnly nodded.

"First, thank you, please listen carefully, please, save my sister; I dying is no great loss, but please, save her." The child's voice was low; after saying this, he almost had no voice left.

Feng Yan nodded again, counting it as an answer to the child's words.

The child smiled, a pale face bearing a smile; Feng Yan looked at that smile and recalled a person.

That person showed a smile on the battlefield, finally died in his embrace, slowly dissipated in the sky, turned into blue smoke and vanished, leaving behind a fragmentary book.

Who is she? Feng Yan grew more confused, but he felt that this person was very important to him.

He felt it absurd, yet also warm.

"Forgive me for being unable to save you; I can only bring you out." Feng Yan said with some regret, a face full of remorse.

And that boy already felt his end approaching; he calmly replied: "It's fine; being able to bring me out is already a grace; those who go there and come out alive are truly few, and even those who come out become dogs."

Feng Yan agreed again, recalling the hounds that had blocked his path back then.

They merely shouted "don't move," then took up weapons and blocked the way ahead.

Feng Yan showed a smile; the children looked at his smile, though they didn't understand, they still laughed together.

At the same time he pondered a question: Is laughter a mood or an expression?

Several children spent several days and nights in that pig cage; the old man's terrifying laughter and ferocious smile had become an indelible shadow in their minds.

They were terribly afraid of those evil smiles, and hoped even more to see a sincere smile.

The older brother in front watched the child on his back gradually lose breath; he saw Feng Yan holding the child in his arms, the child very light, almost weightless.

This gave Feng Yan a start; finally, when the child breathed his last, Feng Yan used his hand to help close the child's eyes.

As the child's eyes gradually closed, Feng Yan's thoughts also began to grow complex; he kept thinking of a person, and kept thinking, pondering what comes next, unable to recall what came before.

People stood in neat rows, bowing low in respect together to welcome Feng Yan's arrival; this seemed to be their highest courtesy to adventurers. Looking around, even the streets were spotless, which made Feng Yan feel something was off.

"Go back! I want to go to that previous place!" Feeling something wrong, Feng Yan suddenly shouted at the soldiers, his tone commanding.

"But that place requires proof; we can't decide!" the squad leader knelt down, pleading bitterly.

"Go back!" Feng Yan said coldly, ignoring their pleas.

Only a thud was heard; all the soldiers knelt down together! They were begging Feng Yan not to go past, as if there were some unspeakable difficulty.

Feng Yan's mouth curled into a smile; he fixed his gaze on the leader and asked: "Now you should tell me something, right?"

"This..." the soldiers looked at each other, not daring to reply.

"It seems this country is also corrupt; I thought this place would give me a decent journey, but it turns out to be just like those places, full of intrigue and deceit; yet strangely, I happen to like those dark places." Feng Yan looked at the soldiers who were at odds with each other and spoke these mocking words.

All the soldiers were speechless, looking at Feng Yan, waiting for his next command.

Feng Yan turned his head again, looking at

"Come on, kids; you should know which place is more interesting, which part of this place is scary—go there!" Feng Yan showed a smile, made a frightening expression, then said.

"Sir, you cannot go there!" the soldiers blocked him again.

As soon as Feng Yan heard the soldiers' words, he flew into a rage and then rebuked: "You people, you won't show the way, you get me a bunch of actors? Then you pretty it up a bit, trying to make me think this place is great? I'm no fool, nor am I the savior of your world; I follow my own will, I despise deceit, and I hate those who bully others with power. In my view, those people—kill them, and they'll dirty my sword."

The children looked at Feng Yan's serious expression, then a few of them gathered together to discuss; after a while they solemnly nodded, and then a child ran over, tugged at Feng Yan's sleeve, whispered something for a moment, after which Feng Yan nodded.

"Seriously?" Feng Yan asked.

"Yes! Big brother, that place is extremely terrifying." The children seemed to recall the terror of that place, and their bodies involuntarily began to tremble.

"Wherever, there are places like this." Feng Yan said with a smile, causing the soldiers behind him to feel a sudden chill.

"Let's go there then; that place, it's not a restricted area, is it?" Feng Yan said in a teasing tone.

The soldiers dared not respond, so they had to lead Feng Yan to the place the children mentioned, while glancing resentfully at those children.

"Wouldn't this do?" Feng Yan said, looking at the surrounding buildings, which were extremely tall; although they lacked luxurious decoration, they gave an oppressive feeling.

It almost made it impossible to breathe; Feng Yan gazed at the scenery before him, and such a thought inevitably arose.

The soldiers walked slowly, with Feng Yan following behind; when they passed the courtyard again, a pair of eyes in the building continually watched Feng Yan.

Feng Yan seemed to feel the chill of that gaze; he turned back and looked, and upon passing through that courtyard, he felt a low sensation in his heart.

Earlier, after causing a disturbance there, it seemed that once I had left, the master inside had come out once.

The soldiers stopped their steps; the leading commander respectfully said to Feng Yan: "Sir, your destination has been reached; please go on by yourself, for we dare not go there, as we have been ordered not to."

Feng Yan nodded, then pushed the child toward the soldiers, saying: "You watch over these children; if, when you return, you send him elsewhere, then watch your heads!"

The soldiers lowered their heads, touched their own necks, looked at the children again, then looked at Feng Yan, who had already walked far away, and they let out a long sigh of relief.

Feng Yan walked alone there slowly; after a gust of wind blew, the area ahead carried the stench of corpses.

Feng Yan furrowed his brow, then looked at the boy in his arms, who had already been dead for a long time.

"Child, you just sleep here for now; I will find your sister."